Alchemisland

So many gifts, my parents could have named me Santa Dipped I drip ink into the sink like I just got in the door from a Bic-drawn world Everything seems wicked, all the rides are free if you have a ticket Everyone I know possesses laminate season passes and codes for golden keys I’m down…

In the lake next to me lives a plesiosaur Which I always thought sounded like the name of a gaeilgeoir That you might meet up in Donegal near Grianan of Aileach, the fort I’m going to walk to the frigid shore, planning to sail North No stopping until Hyperborea, and the Aquilonian resorts Take my…

It’s hopeless Texaco blues in the tote then down my throat She stirs my glad glands, tropic Tropic of cancer, tropic of capricorn The horn she gives me, it’s like all the world’s porn Is playing at once, I can barely keep the cum in my horn; hornucopia Shagging all morning; if I was born…

Her coat still on, she gives a soapy handjob to a bearded John Wheel of fortune, wagon wheels, deodorant; let it roll on She says goodnight mister, forget the Tom The city looks like it’s been bombed A sense of eerie, unwanted calm Drink to her pain, a miraculous balm.